You call this a free country Freedom my ass What are you handing to us? Nothing but rules and lies You tell me to speak my mind I’m good at that you say But when I say what I have to say You rip it apart at the seams I’m too honest You say Too fierce Too ready to fight back And make all the critics scream You tell me to soften my words To attack only with profession and ease Well fuck that What good is telling how you feel if you have to soften your words? Where’s the emotion? Where’s the truth? Where’s the freedom? Freedom of speech is on the move.Birth sign: Scorpio
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